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If there’s a contest for two people who don’t belong together, Jasper and I would definitely win. Jasper’s tall, dark, and waaaay too handsome to be on my farm. He’s an uptight British big-shot, and my goat got mud all over him only minutes after he showed up. It’s safe to say we didn’t get off to the best start. To make matters complicated, Jasper owns half of my farm. I’m broke, he’s dripping with money, and I hate him on sight.

Eddie Houston wears the Blackwater Renegades MC “Nomad” rocker, serving as the club’s eyes and ears out west. Otherwise, the ex-convict junkyard picker and bouncer keeps to himself. He owes nobody, and he likes it that way. When a scruffy, half-starved kid with defiant blue eyes and an attitude to match is left on his doorstep, Eddie knows for sure “Lucky” ain’t his. And he ain’t no do-gooder. But the girl needs help, and his MC brothers will know what to do. Besides, while he’s visiting the club, he’s likely to find a hot woman to break his long, cold, dry spell.

The plane took off, and I couldn't stop trembling, despite the soothing sound of the pilot singing a Beatles song over the intercom. My name is Bianca “Binx” Moretti, and I hack from the rich to give to the poor - mostly. Only I hacked from the wrong rich guy and was literally on the flight for my life. When Xander Hawke took the seat next to me, he tried to charm me with his smooth-talking ways and dimpled cheeks. Yeah, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, but he's also arrogant as hell.

I can’t believe I’ve fallen in love with a single dad. I’m not looking for anything serious when I fall into Logan Simpson’s bed. He’s the former basketball team captain and my high school sweetheart. We broke up when we went to different colleges. He has a business and a three-year-old girl named Annabelle now. His ex-wife is out of the picture, and somehow we end up tangling the sheets together. Now I’m pregnant and don’t know how to tell him the news.

For the last year, my brother and I have been on the run hiding from whoever killed our parents. The details are spotty, but Lucas thinks our father stole money from the mob and the day our parents were killed is the same day they came to collect.

Mrs. Ambrosia Bloomington, now a widow, is ready to start a new life amongst Mayfair elites without the overarching reach of her late husband, Mr. Harrison Bloomington. With her trunks loaded safely onto her own private carriage, she's ready to face the world as an independent woman in Regency London. She does not, however, bargain for cocksure Frenchman, Mr. Charles Cochran Bateman coming along and turning her very ordinary journey into the adventure of a lifetime.

For so long, football was my life, but in one moment, it was ripped away from me forever. Forced down another path, I opened one of the hottest nightclubs in Miami. The Takedown became my new playing field. Women threw themselves at me, and I happily caught them, tossing them away as quickly as I could, sated and with a smile on their faces. Until the night I caught Dixie Sinclair falling off her barstool.

A last-minute trip puts me face to face with the most arrogant man I’ve ever met. The pilot. Grant King maybe hot as all get out, but he’s a grade-A jackass. Before I even board the chartered flight, his irritating and judgmental comments make me want to throttle him, bringing out my snarky side. Only what was supposed to be a five-hour trip turns into my worst nightmare. The last thing I want to do is spend anymore time with the gorgeous jerk. But weather forces us to land in a small town I’ve never heard of.

Only one word can describe Sebastian “Bash” Fury...dirty. He’s dirty hot. A dirty talker. And a dirty player. On the ice, he truly earns his nickname. He bashes opponents without regard for the rules or safety. Which is precisely why I can’t have him on my team. As the first female head coach in the NHL, all eyes are on me, waiting for me to fail. A man like Bash Fury is a liability who could ruin my career. Even worse, he’ll destroy my willpower. I should despise that cocky bastard. But something about his swagger and quick smile make him irresistibly charming....

I love being a manny. Love it. Especially when my boss goes on extended business trips and leaves me with the keys to his Park Avenue penthouse. I mean, sure, I’ve got to watch his daughter, but she loves me almost as much as she loves her favorite K-pop group. Really. All is going well until their new neighbor thinks I’m the actual billionaire next door, and I don’t correct her. What could possibly go wrong?

He looks like he belongs on stage, stripping out of his firefighter uniform, not running into a burning building to save me. But thank God he did. When the smoke clears and my eyes focus on my savior, one look at his gorgeous face and tattoo-covered muscles, I know he’ll be too much for me to handle. It’s a good thing I never have to see him again, right? Except, losing my home to a fire means finding somewhere new to live, and guess who just happens to be my new roommate?

How can I resist the two men who want me? The simple answer is, I can't. When Stone and Gibson keep popping up in my life, I take it as a sign that maybe I can have it all. Stone's all in. Gibson? He's going to take some convincing. Our love story may be unconventional, but with a connection we have, anything's possible.

British accents should come with a warning label. When they're attached to deep, baritone voices that belong to sexy, cocky men, you should have to sign a waiver. Most people wouldn't touch short-term rental properties, but since my business partner took off with my client list, I need every deal I can get. Enter, one insanely sexy and completely exasperating Camden Reid. The smug executive found fault with every property I showed him. Too cramped. Too feminine. Too far from a decent pub. His demands were ridiculous, and I couldn't wait to be rid of him and his British bangers.

I screwed up. Considering the team is laden with controversy, adding to the rumor mill wasn’t my intention, especially since this is my second shot at the majors. As the Boston Bears’ first basemen, my job consists of more than winning games. I’m tasked with winning over the scorned fans.

It was my time, a cross-country drive heading home for my brother’s wedding to figure out my life after college. Me, my dog named Goat, and the open road. That’s all I wanted. He wasn’t supposed to be part of it. My older brother’s high-school friend and my sister’s ex. The cocky boy my 11-year-old-self hated.

When Hayley Stephens proposed a collaboration with me and my band, I thought the only risk was that we wouldn’t connect and our music would suffer because of it. I couldn’t’ve been more wrong. Our connection was off the charts and unwittingly, Hayley filled a void I’d long since grown accustomed to. There was just one problem: she was involved with Kevin Peyton and I had no right falling for her.

I’ve run this office effortlessly for five years, just waiting for my boss to retire and recommend me for his job. Now, the time has come, but my future is no longer guaranteed. All because of him. Royce Shaw. A pretentious name for a rule-breaking jerk. He’s here to challenge me for the job that should be mine, yet he treats it like a joke. No tie, no regard for appointments, and no idea that I want him as much as I want to hate him.

What do you do when your cheating business partner/boyfriend (bad, bad idea) announces he’s selling your software company on Thursday to fund his new life with his other girlfriend? You hurry back to stop him, of course. He’s not getting rich on my dime! Or that would be the plan, but I’m currently lost in the Klamath Mountains, access to my car cut off by a California wildfire, and there’s no way I make it back in time.

Carlina Perez is in way over her head. Unexpectedly jobless and fostering an exotic pet with an insatiable appetite, this pastry chef needs a new gig faster than she can whip up a batch of scones. But when she's tapped to serve as the personal chef to a haughty tabloid regular, she only considers the job out of sheer desperation. After all, Giorgio Acardi may be filthy rich and intoxicatingly handsome, but he's also a first class scoundrel.

“I want a divorce.” No woman wants to say those words. No woman who is still in love with her husband anyway. Our marriage has been tested, repeatedly. It’s been dragged through tabloids and rumors and fans that just won’t let us be. Through it all, we’ve remained unbreakable. We didn’t have the perfect marriage because perfection doesn’t exist. But we had love. We had trust. We had chemistry that to this day sets everything inside me on fire. Then one life-threatening statement creates a chain of lies that leaves me no choice but to say those horrible words.